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I'm watching Con Air.

It may be the worst film I've ever seen...

You haven't seen Nothing But Trouble or Troll 2 then...

I just watched Man of Steel.

It was very entertaining, but I still say it could have been two or three movies. One of them wouldn't have had any Superman in it, taking place entirely on Krypton before Kal-El is born, but still, there was enough going on there for a full movie.

And I had a couple of small complaints. The colors were a bit drab, some of the action was a bit hectic (it makes sense due to the superhuman nature of the people fighting, but still, hectic), and:

Why does Zod want to terraform Earth when he would lose his superpowers in doing so?
 
Lots of blurts today. It's one of those days.

In one of those moments where the universe converges in a really special way, I was talking about Superman to my baby last night. She mentioned an essay she remembered about why Superman had no love life: Man of Steel, Woman of Kleenex.

Coincidentally, I read the self-same essay in a collection of short pieces with a superhero theme that I picked up from a bargain bin when I was about 12. I'd lost the book, forgotten its title and editor, but that piece stuck with me. And here's why:

"Ejaculation of semen is entirely involuntary in the human male, and in all other forms of terrestrial life. It would be unreasonable to assume otherwise for a kryptonian. But with kryptonian muscles behind it, Kal-El's semen would emerge with the muzzle velocity of a machine gun bullet. (*One can imagine that the Kent home in Smallville was riddled with holes during Superboy's puberty. And why did Lana Lang never notice that?*)

In view of the foregoing, normal sex is impossible between LL and Superman."

Right? :D I don't know how many times I've quoted that over the years, but it's a lot...

Anyway, with the title my baby gave me, I now have a copy of the book winging its way to me. And now I love her even more... :heart:
 
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Lots of blurts today. It's one of those days.

In one of those moments where the universe converges in a really special way, I was talking about Superman to my baby last night. She mentioned an essay she remembered about why Superman had no love life: Man of Steel, Woman of Kleenex.

Coincidentally, I read the self-same essay in a collection of short pieces with a superhero theme that I picked up from a bargain bin when I was about 12. I'd lost the book, forgotten its title and editor, but that piece stuck with me. And here's why:

"Ejaculation of semen is entirely involuntary in the human male, and in all other forms of terrestrial life. It would be unreasonable to assume otherwise for a kryptonian. But with kryptonian muscles behind it, Kal-El's semen would emerge with the muzzle velocity of a machine gun bullet. (*One can imagine that the Kent home in Smallville was riddled with holes during Superboy's puberty. And why did Lana Lang never notice that?*)

In view of the foregoing, normal sex is impossible between LL and Superman."

Right? :D I don't know how many times I've quoted that over the years, but it's a lot...

Anyway, with the title my baby gave me, I now have a copy of the book winging its way to me. And now I love her even more...

I guess you never saw, "Hancock" with Will Smith, then.

Holes in the travel trailer roof. :D
 
Lots of blurts today. It's one of those days.

In one of those moments where the universe converges in a really special way, I was talking about Superman to my baby last night. She mentioned an essay she remembered about why Superman had no love life: Man of Steel, Woman of Kleenex.

Coincidentally, I read the self-same essay in a collection of short pieces with a superhero theme that I picked up from a bargain bin when I was about 12. I'd lost the book, forgotten its title and editor, but that piece stuck with me. And here's why:

"Ejaculation of semen is entirely involuntary in the human male, and in all other forms of terrestrial life. It would be unreasonable to assume otherwise for a kryptonian. But with kryptonian muscles behind it, Kal-El's semen would emerge with the muzzle velocity of a machine gun bullet. (*One can imagine that the Kent home in Smallville was riddled with holes during Superboy's puberty. And why did Lana Lang never notice that?*)

In view of the foregoing, normal sex is impossible between LL and Superman."

Right? :D I don't know how many times I've quoted that over the years, but it's a lot...

Anyway, with the title my baby gave me, I now have a copy of the book winging its way to me. And now I love her even more... :heart:

Traditional Superman has 100% control of his body, and can lower the speed and velocity of his punches and ejaculations if he wishes.

Not something I came up with, but something I have heard argued by others.
 
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Traditional Superman has 100% control of his body, and can lower the speed and velocity of his punches and ejaculations if he wishes.

Not something I came up with, but something I have heard argued by others.

I get that he can consciously regulate his physical strength, but an ability to slow down his ejaculate would suggest a self-restraint that bordered on boredom. Leaving Lois alive, but wondering what she did wrong... ;)
 
Fuck the Twitter devs for depreciating the old widgets and replacing them with customization-poor ones that frikkin' refuse any of the workarounds to make their html5 cut-n-paste garbage validate in xhtml strict.

I know I shouldn't give a damn about one lousy validation error when the thing renders properly across browsers, but it pisses me off because I spent a long damn time making sure all my pages validate perfectly. Now this intractable piece of digital offal is messing it up.

After spending all day researching and trying different work-arounds, I'm right on the verge of pulling the son-of-a-bitch off my page.

There's no way in hell I'm switching to html5 and having to learn a whole new set of cryptic validation error messages.

Assholes.

[/nerd rage]
 
Fuck the Twitter devs for depreciating the old widgets and replacing them with customization-poor ones that frikkin' refuse any of the workarounds to make their html5 cut-n-paste garbage validate in xhtml strict.

I know I shouldn't give a damn about one lousy validation error when the thing renders properly across browsers, but it pisses me off because I spent a long damn time making sure all my pages validate perfectly. Now this intractable piece of digital offal is messing it up.

After spending all day researching and trying different work-arounds, I'm right on the verge of pulling the son-of-a-bitch off my page.

There's no way in hell I'm switching to html5 and having to learn a whole new set of cryptic validation error messages.

Assholes.

[/nerd rage]

Welcome to the wonderful new world brought to you by windblows 8. :rolleyes:
 
Welcome to the wonderful new world brought to you by windblows 8. :rolleyes:

Oh no, this can't be blamed on Windows or IE. If anything, most of the new standards that come out seem to be designed to confound Microsoft products and make them difficult to use. All the cool kids on the internet are determined to slay Internet Explorer.

This is a move on the part of the devs to prevent customized code, under the guise of stronger validation.

Probably just going to strip the twitter feed off my page. That single error bugs me that much, even though I like having the feed and my Facebook feed on there. I'll have to kill them both if I kill the Twitter one, because it messes with my sense of symmetry.
 
Everything is okay in my immediate life, thank you for asking. I edited my post with an explanation because I was getting a lot of questions/pms/emails.

Sorry to have worried you.

Phew, I'm glad to hear that.
:rose:

(I like Facebook too as it allows me to keep up with my friends in Australia, Greece, Spain ...)

Darkniciad, I wonder if you could just say all that slowly and in a husky tone some time? :p
 
Phew, I'm glad to hear that.
:rose:

(I like Facebook too as it allows me to keep up with my friends in Australia, Greece, Spain ...)

Darkniciad, I wonder if you could just say all that slowly and in a husky tone some time? :p

I just hope he won't do a Benedict Cumberbatch impersonation when saying that. That might just be too much for your heart to take. :rolleyes:
 
My macabre lil one

"If we got together, I would never be enough for you, and you'd spoil me for anyone else."
 
You have not experienced true fear until a poster falls down in the middle of the night.

You have not experienced true pain until you have stepped on a Lego barefoot.
 
You have not experienced true fear until a poster falls down in the middle of the night.

You have not experienced true pain until you have stepped on a Lego barefoot.

:D:D:D

(I'm taking notes here ... :devil:, really wicked whisky revenge could be coming up.)
 
You have not experienced true fear until a poster falls down in the middle of the night.

You have not experienced true pain until you have stepped on a Lego barefoot.

I would amend the first to -- "Until you have heard the scuttling of a large roach" across said poster . . . just moments before it crawls across your neck. That happened to me when I was about sixteen, and is probably the reason for my "roach-o-phobia."

As for the Lego . . . okay, that's pretty accurate. :p
 
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